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Submitted to Contest #288
The story of a silence so loud that it could not be hidden. Lord Henri glanced at the clock for the fifth time that night. The storm outside was growing ever fiercer, with lightning slashing through the sky and thunder bellowing so loudly it shook the entire residence. He sighed; it was nearly ten o’clock. Not even the raging tempest could muffle Anna’s piano, which was even more furious and intense than nature’s own clamor. He had been standing by the window in the drawing room for hours, watching the garden and awaiting Anna’s return. All ...
Submitted to Contest #218
Grass and… “What was that other smell again?” She wondered. She knew, but could not remember precisely what it was… She felt herself rolling down over the wet grass. Isabella blinked, but she did not see it properly. Everything was a little blurry. Was She rolling down a hill, maybe? The sweet, delicious scent in the air. It smelled like green too, but a little sweeter than grass. She wanted to remember what it was. She took a long breath. It was delicious, a tender smell, delicate, smooth… Childhood… “Ohhh, yeah! That was it! Child...
Submitted to Contest #211
“Mama wrote me, dear!” Isabella’s mother, a not-so-young woman anymore, celebrated as a young child. “She is coming to visit us!” She continued yelling from the kitchen.“What?!” The old alchemist exclaimed in disbelief and biting his teeth. He made a very discontent face although was able to hide it from Isabella’s mother.“I thought you liked her and missed her.” The young man, son of a friend of a friend, replied in a lower voice.“Yeah, I do.” Isabella’s father answered in a lower voice too. “And I do like her better when she is far away, v...
Submitted to Contest #195
It all begins with ‘Once upon a time…’. She was very discreet, despite a few pink hair strands and a couple of blue pens she arranged on her hair. Her voice was soft and sensible. She was unforgettable, although people could never remember her… She walks through time as if she changed rooms in her own house... When she smiled and started to tell a new story, it was like the enchanted singing of the mermaids, people could feel it deep inside their hearts and all things begins to change… Into new ones, more peaceful, more loveable. Yes, she wa...
Submitted to Contest #191
The world has become quieter, in a way, so to speak. From all those colorful noises that stay in our mind all the time. A deafening breath in the mind. What do I do with all this mental space I have left now? Since I gave up filling it with self-pity, I've had to get used to the silence of the mind. There are times when I get closer to his breathing just to feel the clearer presence of another life here in the apartment and fill that void. Yes, because there was only him and me left in the apartment since the plants weren't noticeable enough...
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